“I think you would be better advised to let the matter rest,” said Challis.
Mr. Forman looked inquiringly at the representative of the Church.
“I shall fight,” replied Crashaw, stubbornly, fiercely.
“Ha!” said Mr. Forman.
“Very well, as you think best,” was Challis’s last word.
As Challis walked down to the gate, where his motor was awaiting him, Mr. Forman trotted up from behind and ranged himself alongside.
“More rain wanted yet for the roots, sir,” he said. “September was a grand month for ’arvest, but we want rain badly now.”
“Quite, quite,” murmured Challis, politely. He shook hands with Mr. Forman before he got into the car.
Mr. Forman, standing politely bareheaded, saw that Mr. Challis’s car went in the direction of Ailesworth.